Chapter 151 – Taffy (1)

Every morning, Elena dusted the front door of her house to see if there were any letters or newspapers. She received the letter through the bars of the mansion where the mailbox had fallen. Elena found a letter lying on the road strewn with vines and straw.

[To Evan]

The pure white stationery gave off a dry and cold feeling, as if expressing the temper of the owner. She picked up her letter and returned to the mansion, feeling somehow eerie. At that time, Evan sat down in her backyard wiping the sweat from his forehead.

After coming back from the North after suffering so much, Evan was focusing on improving his physical abilities while adjusting his body to the training schedule that the minority had drawn up.

When he first arrived in the North, Evan pushed roughly with force and fought ignorantly, but now Evan was confident in defeating even the most trained talents. A person becomes strong when power and skill are properly harmonized.

Evan measured his strength by moving his hand around for no reason.

“Master. Awesome. It seems to be getting stronger and stronger!”

Sophia wets the towel and throws it at Evan’s face. Evan gave a cold towel to his face, then lay down on the grass and screamed.

“Ah-.”

“Master. After all, isn’t that Drek – an imp named Psy also winning?”

Evan laughed at Sophia’s nonsense. That was impossible No matter how much Evan polished his martial arts skills now, he couldn’t defeat Drek-Cy. Right now, Evan’s skills were enough to deal with minors no matter how well he tried. He doesn’t even have the confidence to beat Bara, so how the hell does he beat Drek-Cy?

Said Evan.

“Really, I didn’t know you were that strong. He won’t beat the hero to death later, right?”

Evan clicked his tongue, and Sofia chimed in as well.

“It’s my fault that the imp was so strong in the first place. Anyway, master. Are you going to keep training your body like that from now on? Master, do you want to become a muscular incubus like that Drek-Psy or Imp?”

“A muscular incubus?”

Evan superimposed his face with Drek-Psy’s big muscles. He was definitely a man himself, but I doubt women would like that. Evan laughed and shook his head, then stretched him out of his seat.

“That’s not good. And, in order to get there in the first place, his magic power must be extremely high.”

“Then are you going somewhere else soon? Master. You’ve been at home lately just practicing. Let’s go out with me this time.”

Evan thoughtfully scanned his limbs. He’s definitely been stuck at home for quite some time. Drek – Now that Psy has come to the fore in the North, it’s clear that the other chapter leaders will start moving as well. He didn’t like to take his time in a very fast paced situation.

“Yes. I have to go out soon, but where should I go…”

In fact, there are many places to go. After he went to the Mage Tower under the pretext of going to see Sylvia after a long time, it was fine if he made up his mind and seduced a few more female wizards of the Mage Tower. He also liked going to Ithaca with Alice and Lorena, fucking with women and increasing my servants.

“Evan. A letter has arrived.”

“Letter? Who?”

Then Elena opened the door and shook the envelope. Evan made a puzzled expression at the word letter. Because she had no one to write to. It was unlikely that No. 5, who worked in the capital, would send such a neat letter, and if it were Alice and Lorena, they would have written their names on the addressee.

“Well? Your name is not written? Isn’t that someone you know?”

However, there was no name written on the dry envelope, only ‘Dear Evan’. Evan sat down on a chair in the backyard and started reading the letter. Sophia and Elena also cast their gazes with curious faces.

[Evan. My heart skipped a beat when I saw your article. Your alluring brown hair and blue eyes. Fair skin and smooth jawline. Everything about you makes my heart beat. The fact that you’re alive, I can’t sleep until the sunset.

I always dreamed of playing in the garden with you and counting the stars. That day is really coming this close, it feels like a dream.]

“…What the fuck.”

Evan frowned and looked around. It was because, reading the letter, she felt an eerie feeling that someone was spying on her. The sweet words, written in a handwriting unknown to her, never felt favorably. Elena was also looking at the letter with a puzzled look on her face, while Sophia was wagging her tail with an interesting look on her face.

“Master. It’s popular. Where are you from?”

“You can’t flirt anywhere. Huh?”

Elena looked at Evan with her worried face. The two of them looked convinced that Evan had found a woman he didn’t know and ate it. Of course, Evan was a gourmet who didn’t prey on any woman, so I felt that kind of gaze was precious. Said Evan, narrowing her brows.

“He saw my picture and knew it? You mean you’ve never met me.”

“Ah, but isn’t she a woman I’ve seen somewhere? Master. Read more There must be clues.”

Evan snorted at her. There were only a few moments in his life when he had to do with a woman. Most of the women he met were dead, or would have been. Said Evan.

“I was never meant to be with women until I met Isabel. They’re all dead The kids who were good to me, the kids who fought with me.”

“Master. Wouldn’t there be some kids who might still be alive? Lets think.”

Evan frowned at Sophia’s words. Thinking about the past has never been pleasant. Evan silently looked back at the past. He apparently had moments of contact with women. Some female slave he met when he was 16 was a bit skinny and nervous, but a woman who was nice to her children. After her catechism with Evan, who was number 3452 at the time, she was taken to the arena and became her lion’s food.

When I was a little younger than that, there was also a girl who, if you think about it, made eye contact for a moment as her cart passed by. The cart was going to the coal mine, so Evan thought he was lucky he didn’t get on that cart.

And when I was a little younger than that, there was a really nice, cute, pretty kid. No. 13. A child who caught attention with her silver hair and doll-like appearance. The boys from slavery often harassed her or played strange pranks to win her favor, and Evan and No. 5 took over and protected No. 13.

At the time, No. 5, who was big and good at fighting, played the role of punishing the children, and Evan played the role of teasing, comforting, and taking care of No. 13.

Come to think of it, something like that happened.

Number 13 was sold to a nobleman after the owner was burned at the stake for being falsely accused of being a devil worshiper.

She would already be dead Evan thought so and said.

“They are all dead. Tighten.”

And Evan started reading her writing. She wondered who the hell was interested in her. The stationery had no pattern, but the paper itself was of high quality. The letter was sealed with beeswax, and the ink seemed expensive.

That she flirted with her aristocratic husband also meant that she was a confident woman in her own way.

[Evan. I heard you got married. But I want to talk with you face to face.]

Evan got to this part and she giggled. Because she found it funny how she sought her love from someone she didn’t know who she was but had never met. If she ever met her in real life, Evan would lay her right on her bed and take her spirit, and she was confident that even her estate would be subjugated to her Plancian family.

I could have created a wonderful future where Isabel and Isabel drank wine while making her unidentified woman dress in a maid outfit and suck her dick. She said that if this woman had quite a bit of power in the province, she would attract all the high-ranking people in the area as my servants, and she could gather power in a short time.

“It is easy. Easy. Should I go here?”

Evan said that while she continued reading her text.

[Evan. You must be embarrassed to receive such a letter. You thought that the person you knew was dead, but you must be wondering who the owner of this letter is who talks to you as if he knows you.]

Evan hardened her face. Seeing his body stiffen, both Sophia and Elena looked puzzled.

[Evan. I’ve invested a lot of time to find you. 20’s. Brown hair. Blue-eyed boy. Evan. Do you remember the conversation we had while lying in the shed at the cabin? No. 5 talked about wanting to become a star. You always said you would take revenge on those who bullied you.]

“Uh?”

Evan dyed his hair white. The moment he saw the sentence written in the letter, he couldn’t think of anything else.

The letter ended with four short sentences and an address written in a slightly different handwriting.

[Evan.]

[Evan.]

[Evan.]

[Me. Issue 13.]